February has so far been a rough couple of weeks. Without going into details, I have had to face an appeal board of three doctors. The days leading up to February 6 were agonizing. To prepare for the appeal I was forced to re-live my journey with Ron and his cancer. Further, I was also pushed to face my weaknesses during my journey through my grieving process. The doctors asked questions for three full hours. Needless to say I was emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted. I retreated to my Volvo.
There I gathered myself before heading out. As I drove down the lane – flanked by parking on both sides – some lady backed out and hit my shiny Volvo – smack in the middle of the front bumper. I could not believe it. I just could not believe it. Out I climbed. She said to me, “Where did you come from?” Then she said, “I think this accident is 50/50.” I said, “I don’t think so.” We exchanged names, contact info and I noted her license plate number. I am happy to say she did contact me and we are sorting through the repairs.
I got word from my marina that I could move Ta Daa home to Westbay on Feb 10. That was good news for me and Winston. I had to wait for a rising tide and was home by 1 PM. It took some time to securely and properly tie up. Next, Winston and I walked back to Victoria to get the Volvo. On the way I started to feel unwell. Hmmm this gurgling tummy is unusual but I was sure it was just a gas bubble working its way through. I thought wrong. I no sooner had returned to the boat and I was violently ill. This went on far too long. I could barely get out of bed the next day to walk my little fur baby. Sunday was a bit better but I found it difficult to even drink water. Thank goodness it passed and its wake left me with headaches for a couple of days.